Stars eaten by clouds
On lit-streets
daggers of rain
falls
The moon is half
rusted out
At the traffic lights
two people are hinged
together
He wipes the rain
like a windscreen wiper
from her face
Logbook Poem 1
The afternoon is dizzy
with heatstroke
The sky has stripteased
its clouds
And littered with gulls wings
Boulders squat strapless
on the beach
Sweating their rockpools
Against the shore
waves unzip their surf
The skyline has lifted
its hem
To let a yacht
sail through